I’ve got the bug for Fleabag

I TUNED in to watch the first episode of the new series of Fleabag — written by and starring the acclaimed Phoebe Waller-Bridge (pictured left) — with a certain amount of trepidation.

I wasn’t sure how she could build on the success of the first series, which was bitingly funny, but distinctly heavy on sex and scatalogical humour, without resorting to evermore debasing strategies for generating laughs. I needn’t have worried: if the first series was played for shock value, this latest proved that Waller-Bridge ( who also wrote and produced the brilliant black comedy Killing Eve) is just as adept at constructing complex, nuanced adult situations as she is at plumbing the baser depths of the human experience. I, for one, have got the bug.